better in black

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I will strive , as if my life depends on it , to be more than the stories of men who touched me , grabbed me and tore on me without consent. My story will be the one of bloody knuckles and piercing eyes , fights for the ones not strong enough for battle.

sometimes I wish for arms that close around me. A body for my body , hands that hold me , eyes that see me . Sometimes the silence isn't a blessing but a melancholic tragedy. Don't get me wrong , I am not cold. I am not lonely . I am just looking to love … winter. weiterlesen

I hope you are good to the earth, that you sprinkle kindness around wherever you go and don't let the wrong side of the world get a grip on you with it's cold fingers .I hope you're always warm. I hope you are sweet as sugar and twice as clever. I hope you are taking … to my future self weiterlesen

I know it sound mean to say , that I only really started to know my grandmother once my grandfathers lungs gave up in the hospital wing and his heart was too weak to keep pushing. Even during the week of his hospitalisation the changes in my grandmothers being were visible , his absence hung … Who she really was. weiterlesen

"I feel depressed ". A sentence that is easily written , but gets harder and harder to say as time goes on. Do I actually just feel depressed ? Or am I depressed ? The doctor I have spoken too mentions how well I am informed about my habits , my moods and how well … thoughts about depression #mentalhealthday weiterlesen

I hope that when my toes touch the water and the waves pull on my wrists the salt will scrub off every imprint of yours take every piece of hope that every touched me that we could still be right and simple I don't want tp float and let the sun burn you into my skin Let me drown … salt memories weiterlesen

I know how long the bus takes from my town to yours and the fare is always the same. know the are where you live probably half as well as mine but way better than others. I can get myself a glass of water , can get food from the downstairs room and know where … Thoughts on a bus ride weiterlesen